sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: william t. spears

[ Xerxes Break has, once again, "liberated" a black Jaguar convertible, erstwhile property of one Ciel Phantomhive. He's got the top down, despite the weather, and is bundled up in a muffler and seven wooly hats. ]

Apparently it takes a lunatic angel to clear out a children's hospital ward.

[ It's old news by this point, but it's taken him that long to process. ]

Yes, well - everyone needs a hobby.

[ His expression flickers. This act of miracle healing shouldn't affect him; he's a man who lives only for himself, except - he knows these particular children, the ones in the news article. Over the past month or so, he'd visited most days, playing the part of a hospital clown. He had done so purely out of a sense of nostalgia, and because it amused him. And for no other reason. Of course.

...they, at least, deserved their miracle. But as for the other miracle that had happened that day...

But why acknowledge one's feelings when one can simply pretend they don't exist. He forces his features back into a smile; and his voice back into sing-song. ]

Speaking of hobbies… I wonder if anybody could explain this to me, because I really am com~plete~ly baffled! ♥

[ Appended to this post is a link, directing the reader to an account entitled, "The Tumblr Diary of the Most Noble Lord Rufus Barma: Herein Mayest Thou Find Musings of a True and Wondrous Kind. It is notable for its endless reblogs of owl .gifs, punctuated by links to Wikipedia editing arguments ("THOU IGNORANT SWINE, THOU ART WRONG AND THIS IS WHY"), a few pictures here and there of stuffed pheasants and miniature barrels… and a startlingly extensive collection of erotica featuring "mature" ladies. ]

thebutler_serving

[As the call comes over, Sebastian is shielding his eyes from the rain with a gloved hand, though the stained white material is being soaked through. Walking to the edge of the field, his dark hair is sifting across his face with the afternoon breeze and, lacking a free hand, he disregards it. Even from the vantage point of the video feed, it's clear that his clothing is old-fashioned and what's more, regrettably in tatters. Blood-stained and torn, hardly befitting the Phantomhive butler. He is loathe to come across publicly in this state, but it can't be helped under the circumstances. First thing's first]

My, my.

This is certainly a conundrum.

[Abandoning the call of duty at a crucial time in order to make an appearance here, wherever here that may be... That is certainly Sebastian's second order of business, to begin an inquiry into making sense of his surroundings. That should be quick work. His first priority will be addressed directly]

Young master, I am here.

hardknoxlife

Here's a bit of a wonder for you. Chanced upon the date and all and began thinking to myself about how there's a whole bunch of people here from different places.

Fancy a bloke his curiosity but... are any of you lot familiar with November the fifth? Guy Fawkes' Day ring a bell?

[ Call it natural curiosity. There's a grin as he continues though. ]

I'm prolly missing out on one hell of a party back home, I'd wager. You lot should have seen the fireworks!

canfindrope

I've been thinking. [Because that's never a bad sign.] In a city this size, a lot of people probably lose things, right? Or get lost. And since I'm a tracker...

Does anything need something found? I'm already trying to work with the police.

ooc: As part of Red's werewolf package, she can basically track like a dog; she's got a hyper sensitive nose, and ears too.

amongthethorns

[The feed is a little shaky and Alan's turned away from it for a bit, glancing off to the kitchen that's off screen watching Eric go make him tea. Then it steadies and Alan is peering at it smiling somewhat sheepishly, gesturing a hello with the hand he's reclaimed momentarily from the large ball of grey cat that has taken over his lap.]

I just wanted to apologize if I worried anyone else with my disappearance. I was yanked back home somehow. I'm back at the apartment Eric and I share. I'm certain I've missed some rather interesting things so feel free to inform me as needed.

[Screened text to the respective people they're for]

William - Would you please tell me about what all has happened since I was gone? I know Eric had a rough go of it but I'm very concerned.

Gilbert - I'd like to apologize to you personally for just vanishing. If you'd like I'd be more than happy to return to work at the bakery.

Eponine - Please don't be afraid to come back by and visit from time to time, dear. I worry about you, you're as good as family now.

psychopath

So,

[That's Jack, still sounding very male, and sounding very amused -and curious, not at all creeperish, it's not his fault everything exploded into interesting overnight!]

Those who find themselves of a different persuasion, now — what was the first thing you did upon finding out?

ochitashinigami

Someone is missing.

I'm looking for a man, my race, but small, finely built. Brown hair, glasses. His name is Alan.

He's ill. I need to know where he is.

[Eric manages to keep his voice calm, but his haggard expression tells another story. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.]

I've checked his work, our friends, people he knew... he's not anywhere.

I have to find him. He's ill. He needs help.

Please, help.

bloodthirsts

[Just voice today, for reasons, good reasons. Namely that Seras is in Ino's body but Ino reaaally doesn't want that fact coming out.]

Has... has anyone heard of people switching bodies before in the Port?

[There's a pause before it shuts off, Seras isn't sure what more information she can give without giving the game away, erk.]

mukufufu

[Mukuro is perched under the cherry blossoms, idly thumbing through a few flyers and ads he's picked up. his long hair is pulled back and up into a messy, casual version of his normal pineapple-shaped bun, the snake of his hair curled inkily his lap. he smiles idly to himself, sliding one flyer out in particular. does he even know he's recording?]

I admit, I'm partial to the occasional sweet. Does anybody have any suggestions? Chocolate only, please, the darker the better.

[apparently he does, though his posture wouldn't indicate it. he adds, casually:]

Also, how often would you say a bounty hunter is killed?

mukufufu

I wonder if anybody could tell me something. [he sweeps back his hair from his face, revealing a strikingly pretty face even from a world where everybody seems suspiciously handsome,] has anybody seen a girl that looks.... [he shrugs, half-grimacing as if to himself,] like a female version of myself?

She answers to the name Chrome.

Oh, and while we're at it- does anybody know if this place has any.... ~cherry blossom trees~? Or at least a good place for an owl to roost.

ochitashinigami

[Eric looks like he's lost weight. But, he looks content enough.]

No, I haven't been on the network for a little while. That's right.

I'm fine. I've just been spending some time at home.

[He flips it off.

He doesn't know a lot of people in the port, but he should at least explain his silence. With Alan there he has little interest in anything outside their apartment anyway.]

Current Mood: apathetic

deathknellgrell

Ooooh, Siren's Port! Hel~looooooo! ♥

I've got a job proposition for some lucky person. You too can be - a Magical Girl!

Fight witches! Wear ~adorable outfits~! And gain fantastic powers! For instance, I've got HUNK RADAR, if you know what I mean - and I know you doooooooo! ☆

[ WINK ]

Sadly, however, I've got to resign my position. I just don't have the time for it anymore. And, quite honestly, I've gotten a bit bored with it. I'd just quit, but…

I'm helping to write a book on workplace etiquette, and I'm told it's best to at least try to find a replacement. Not that anyone could really replace me, ahahaha!

But anyway, if you want the job, make sure Kyubey gives you a ~real~ gemstone.

[ Grell holds up his ~~Soul Gem~~ necklace. ]

I thought this was a ruby, but now it's gone all cloudy!

Tch! I'll show you to fool a Death God, you stupid CAT!

symmachy

[someone is looking a little bit on the pale side. and her skin is pulled pretty tight over her skull. something definitely isn't right.]

This is probably going to be awkward, but I could use some help. Not from the faint-of-heart, either. I need to feed, and I need someone to help.

[she pauses.]

No blood, of course, if that worries anyone who's squeamish.

icy_heavens

[When the feed comes on, it’s pretty clear it’s not on purpose. The screen is mostly looking up at the sky, though the corner of it seems to catch something made of ice. Just off screen, a pair of voices can be heard arguing.]

Get off me, stupid.

No. I like it here. You're comfy.

[An indignant huff.] Well, you're not. Move; I can't do anything like this.

You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and stay still. [Sounds of shuffling.] Is that better?

No. You know I hate that. I said get off, Bedwetter.

My bed's been dry for AGES!

Only because you've barely been in it the past two weeks. [A sound like there’s some sort of physical struggle going on.

[And then a thud.] Ow! Shirou-chan, you're being too rough!

[The feed cuts about here, perhaps fortunately.]

[[OOC: Forward-dated to early tomorrow morning because we are horrible people who can't wait. Friends and trolls everywhere come and embarrass them. Hinamori is purple, and Hitsugaya is green. Anyone who gets shown the ice scuplture will see this.]]

Current Mood: artistic

asano_san

[Compared to a lot of the Port this month, Keigo's been in good health, and only has to sniffle and cough a few times during his post. Life with a rampaging guilt sickness is pretty easy when you blame everyone else for your problems.]

What's the point of making new friends here when they all leave you behind? First Kazuma. Now Takuto's gone.

So who's next? Anyone else want to make friends with me so you can go home and forget all about me later?

ochitashinigami

[Eric appears on the screen, looking like death warmed over. He's been sick for days and he's tried to hide it. He can't anymore.]

I need to find somewhere to stay until I'm better. Please...

My uh... roommate isn't ill yet and I don't want him to get it.

Can someone take me?

And if you know him, don't tell him.

[He flips it off and waits for a reply.]

Current Mood: sick

ninthserenade

Sheesh, this stupid cold or whatever is goin' around must've hit me hard. I, ah... I just noticed that I've been here for a year now. Somehow it feels like it hasn't been that--_[Achoo!] _{Ewwwww, I hate colds...} It feels like it's only been a few months since I first showed up here. In another month I'll have worked at Purgatory for a year, too. S'kinda scary how fast time flies.

_{[A beat.]}

I'm not sure I even wanna go home. Darkness aside, I'm pretty happy here. That's not weird, is it?

deathknellgrell

[ It's always a shocker when your metabolism slows, particularly when you're a Death God. Grell has been rail-thin his entire existence; but an unfortunate combination of a sedentary lifestyle (he had previously been reaping souls for a living) and a massive bout of Gluttony has left him with…

Well. You know how skinny guys, when they gain weight, stay skinny everywhere except… ]

The man of my dreams proposes, and I look like THIS~! I can't walk down the aisle looking like a pregnant bride!

Ah cruel, cruel fate!

[ His strategy, thus far, has been to stop eating entirely, subsisting on a diet of coffee and breath mints. Unsurprisingly, this has had little effect on his physique. Thus in a fit of pique, desperation, and caffeine-induced bad judgement, he is appealing to the Network: ]

How d'you lose weight in a hurry? I'll try anything!

[ And yes, this is how Grell is announcing his engagement! ]

deathknellgrell

Hello darlings~♥

I've got something to show yooooooooooooou~!

[ The camera image jiggles as it's set into position. Grell steps back and poses: hands on his hips, back arched, hair thrown back, and face...

Well. His face looks completely and utterly maniacal. Which is to say - he looks the same as he always does. Even his attire - a smart black suit, custom-designed and hand-tailored by Ishida Uryuu - is entirely unremarkable. ]

You all know me as a grim reaper who's super c~u~t~e ☆

But look at me now...

Reaper star power! Make-up!

[ Grell flings his arms out to his sides and twirls. There's a flash of gold light. His clothes disappear.

(Fortunately for everyone, he's got his back to the camera at this point!)

Rings of light surround his body and sweep upwards, leaving behind an entirely different outfit. ]

I'm a pretty mini-skirted soldier of justice and loooooooooooooove~!

[ Though Grell's tastes typically tend towards the terrifying, the persona he's presenting right now couldn't be more adorable. Even his voice has lost its usual roughness; it's pitched high and sweet. ]

I'm a magical girl!

♥

[ He blows a kiss towards the camera. The feed ends! ]

littlepwny

[Since it's raining pretty hard Dash is indoors, sprawled out on her bed and trying to look as over dramatically bored as possible.]

Spring is so much COOLER back home.

Here it just... comes! You don't have Wrap-Up Day or anything! How can you hewmans stand everything being so BORING all the time?